Southport Village Voices
An E-Magazine by & for the Residents of Southport
Number 68, October 2015
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A Walk in the Woods
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No one will ever write a book about the Mashpee River Woodlands Trail like Bill Bryson's LOL story of his adventures on the Appalachian Trail. And a movie isn't in the works either. But for those who prefer something shorter and with no bears for company, the MRWT is perfect. And Fall is the ideal time of year for enjoying it; flies and skeeters are gone, the weather is cool and the foliage is about to become more colorful.
The trail follows the river on both the west and the east sides with intermittent views of the meandering Mashpee River and the marshes that line it. The west side trail, an old unpaved road about 6' wide, is ideal for walking with a companion. It's mostly level with very easy grades, firm, and covered with dried leaves, pine needles and grass -- no deep sand to trudge through. Take any path to the right of the main trail (heading north) and you will find wide open views of the river in about a minute.
The trail on the east side of the river is a single track with quite a few ups and downs. Also very attractive but a bit more arduous.
To find the south entrance to the west side trail, head south from the Mashpee Rotary toward New Seabury for about a mile or so and turn left on River Road. Parking is legal in the circle at the end of this short dead end street. If you  follow the trail north to where the power lines cross it, you will have walked about three-quarters of a mile.
NOTE: I'd like to do a special Valentine's Day edition for February 2016 with stories about how people met their partners, marriage proposals and other romantic events. If you have a story to share, please send it to me -- along with pictures. I would need your story no later than January 15. Thanks
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SOUTHPORT PROFILE
Rich & Cindy Vengroff
an interview with Lynn Fulton
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 When people meet for the first time at Southport there are certain ritual questions we often ask: Where do you live? How long have you been here? Where did you come from? How about family? Do you have children? When you ask the charming and engaging Vengroffs about their family -- specifically how many children -- they respond with a somewhat bemused and mysterious expression, then say, "Well, it's complicated, it depends on how you count." The story is intriguing and includes seventy for Thanksgiving, many blessings and much for which to be thankful. I'm intrigued; you will be too. The paths that brought the Vengroffs to Southport last April seem at first to be similar to many other stories, but have such unique twists. Cindy, a California girl from Santa Monica, earned an LPN so she could get a job helping people. When her parents returned to their roots in rural Texas, she eventually followed them, taking a nursing position in a local hospital. But she had always loved art and hoped one day to work in a museum, so she began a program in fine arts at Texas Tech, later transferring to Houston. Along the way a trip with friends in Europe strengthened her interest in art and museums and fired a love of travel.
In 1979 a friend introduced her to Rich, then a professor of political science at Texas Tech. She enjoyed his company enough to return to Texas Tech to finish her program. Rich was traveling that summer to Morocco with a program to train city managers and invited her to join him. She agreed, and Rich knew then that "She was the girl for me." Cindy was overwhelmed and enchanted by the crowds, colors and chaos as she stepped out of the airport in Rabat. Rich's work took them all around the country via every type of transport, and this first experience of travel in a third world country was formative for her, setting the tone for future encounters with people from diverse cultures. Rich grew up in Huntington, Long Island, also hoping to do work that would help others. He was inspired by family stories about the Holocaust, particularly those of his immigrant grandfather, who helped family members escape from Hungary before it was too late. Rich earned his PhD at the Maxwell School of Citizenship & Public Affairs (Syracuse University), following a year of field research in Botswana in Southern Africa, a nation the size of Texas but at the time with just 18 miles of paved roads. He returned to the U.S. hooked on Africa and accepted a position at Texas Tech because he was allowed to continue his work in Africa -- as long as he could find the funds. He did, and spent two years in Burkina Faso working with USAID on economic and political issues at the local level. In that country, cattle are a family's most important asset, and Rich has stories about trying to account for the wealth of people who don't share the details of their financial situation.
Cindy and Rich married in 1982 and went to Dakar, Senegal the next year. Their home was quite comfortable for two (soon to be three) people, next door to a similar house occupied by a patriarch with 25 of his extended family, including an orphaned nephew, Babacar Ndao.
The Vengroffs befriended Babacar, who helped them when he could -- most memorably by running for the midwife when Cindy gave birth to their daughter Marriah on the biggest holy day of the year. Later, they sponsored Babacar's immigration, helped him finish a GED, learn English and gain college admission. He earned a BS at UConn and a teaching certificate, taught French at Mansfield, CT, Middle School, went on to an MA in French, and now teaches high school French and is working on a PhD. Her new baby didn't slow Cindy down; she taught art at the International School in Dakar. "My classroom was the patio. Wind and dust made it difficult for students to keep their work neat, but they produced wonderful work, which we matted and displayed." Rich continued to develop training materials for rural managers and opportunities for young Senegalese faculty to come to the U.S. for further study in government, public administration and economics. The Vengroffs felt a strong desire to mentor the bright, hardworking students and local leaders they met; some came to dinner. What eventually became a tradition of multicultural Thanksgivings began at Texas Tech with 12-15 people. The crowd grew with each passing year. When Rich took a position at California Poly, the number of guests reached 20-30. When they moved to Storrs, Connecticut (Rich at UConn, Cindy working as a nurse's assistant at the middle school and studying art and museum education at Trinity), they lived in a open plan house perfect for large gatherings. There they discovered that "seventy might be the maximum number of family" they could accommodate. Five continents were represented at this international celebration of the traditional harvest feast.
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Seventy guests for dinner at a Vengroff Thanksgiving feast in Storrs
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At UConn, Rich taught comparative politics and conducted research in immigration policies while serving as dean of the Division of International Affairs and Interdisciplinary Projects, and then chair of the Political Science Department. Cindy continued her studies and took a job at the Connecticut Historical Society and Museums, working with elementary school children as part of a program to break down racial and cultural barriers between Hartford and the suburban towns surrounding the city. She addressed the problem of dismantling stereotypes using materials from the Amistad production to show students the similarities, despite apparent differences, between the ritual regalia of ceremonial transformation; e.g., American graduation gowns and the masks and 'costumes' of coming-of-age ceremonies in Africa.
Rich left UConn in 2006 to become dean of the College of Humanities and Social Sciences at Kennesaw State, near Atlanta. The school was growing rapidly and there was tremendous opportunity to effect change and bring in African students and faculty. The Vengroffs lived in downtown Atlanta for its cultural opportunities and diversity, and Cindy worked as director of museum education at the Museum of History and Holocaust Education. When Rich's work took him back to Morocco, Cindy brought along workshop materials on American studies to help the university in Casablanca develop its own community history and outreach program.
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Cindy & Rich at a training session for local leaders in Morocco
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As Rich began to consider retirement, he suggested that Cindy choose their next home based on her next project. They both wanted to be near their daughter and her family in Newton, so in 2011 Cindy accepted the post of museum education director at the Tsongas Industrial History Center, Lowell National Park. There, she encouraged the use of more engaging and interactive use of the materials, rather than the static presentations traditionally seen in museums. She presented workshops for teachers, one of whom was Tom Kelleher. After his retirement, Tom went to work in Cindy's program at Lowell and later moved to Southport. When the Vengroffs began to look for a good place to retire, Tom told Rich and Cindy about Southport. They were intrigued. They had fond memories of being near the sea as kids and it was close to Marriah and her family. They came to look, put a deposit down and moved here in April.
Retired he may now be, but Rich is still doing presentations in comparative government and has developed an online course he will teach next semester. He has honed a specialty in immigration policy and earned an international certification as a paralegal from BU. He now works as a volunteer in a program to assist seekers of political asylum, doing background research and compiling affidavits to assist lawyers representing refugees from the nations of West Africa. Cindy and Rich plan to celebrate Thanksgiving here in Southport with their "family," now including five grandchildren. Interviewing them has made me understand it is no wonder that they've gathered such an extended family. They have much to be thankful for because much of their life together has been spent in giving.
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POETRY
Born This Way
by Lydia Biersteker
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Lady Gaga sings it best in her hit song,
"I Was Born This Way."
Weren't we all,
born this way or whichever way?
I'm tall because of hereditary factors,
dark haired for the same reason,
though now mostly gray
for whatever reason.
Stress?
Age?
Maybe genetics again.
I'm quiet by nature
though I'm a blabber mouth
in the right company.
I see some of my traits in my son,
some of them admirable,
some of them not so much
but he was born this way too.
We are who we are.
I can't be an oatmeal cookie
when I was baked from a chocolate chip recipe.
My ingredients were inspired by my forgoers
though I like to think
I've added some spice along the way.
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MEMOIR
Learning on the Job
by Ray Schumack
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In June 1940 my best friend Harry Webber and I completed seventh grade at P.S. 86, one of New York City's newest grammar schools in Elmhurst, Queens. We both decided to find jobs for the summer but we were only 13 years old and in New York State you had to be 14 to get the necessary working papers. Determined to start making money, I found my birth certificate, erased the last digit of my birthdate and typed in a new number to make myself a year older. The certificate was folded repeatedly over the last digit to camouflage the erasure. Harry did the same thing.
At the state agency where working papers were issued, an officious employee looked at our birth certificates and handed us our papers. With World War II approaching, many men between the ages of 21 and 45 already had been drafted for military service, so for the first time since the Great Depression many jobs were becoming available.
The City of New York had invested heavily in developing the Borough of Queens, replacing what had once been potato farms. Queens Boulevard became a major four-lane thoroughfare after the new IND subway from Manhattan to Jamaica Queens was completed beneath it. Now there was a local subway station at 63rd Drive, not far from my home. At street level above the station there were many shops, a popular Woolworth's, and a large Rexall Drug store that advertised an opening for a person to work behind their busy lunch counter.
 I thought it would be wonderful to be a soda jerk so I applied for and got the job. They gave me a white uniform and white hat to work beside three adult workers, Sam, Dolly and Janet. Unfortunately, my job was to wash dishes and sweep the floor.
One day the owner and pharmacist, a stern boss and watchdog, ordered me to go to the basement where I would find a very large pot on a stove. He told me to fill it with a whole crate of 12 dozen eggs, add water and turn on the stove to make hard boiled eggs. Back upstairs, I forgot about the eggs until, 45 minutes later, Sam asked me if I had turned off the flame under the eggs. I rushed back to the basement to find the water completely evaporated and the eggs exploded! Sam saved me. He got Dolly and Janet to help him remove all the broken egg shells while the boss was filling prescriptions, too busy to notice what had happened. The next day every time one of my co-workers called out "egg salad on white toast," I looked up to find them trying to hide their giggles.
A few days later I got my big break. It was late in the day. A lone man sat down at the counter. Sam told me to take care of the customer. Thrilled to do something besides wash dishes, I asked what the man wanted and he asked for a vanilla malted. In New York City a vanilla malted is always made with vanilla syrup, vanilla ice cream, milk and a scoop of malt powder, all beaten to a froth in a malted blender.At the top of our counter there was the usual selection of flavored syrups. Ice cream, milk and juices were stored in refrigerated cabinets below the counter.
The boss stood at the end of the counter, watching me as I started to assemble the ingredients - a squirt of vanilla syrup, a scoop of vanilla ice cream, a cup of milk - but wait! The milk oozed slowly and thickly from its container. No wonder. The label said it was buttermilk. The boss continued to stare at me. I quickly added three times the amount of malt powder needed for a malted, placed the container on the blender and then poured the contents into a glass. The glass landed on the counter with a solid thump. I watched the customer as he lifted the glass to his lips, took two swallows and then placed the glass back on the counter, leaving a white malted mustache above his lip.
"That's the best vanilla malted I ever tasted!" he exclaimed as he licked his mustache from his lip. I never did find out what happened to Harry. I assume he learned a few lessons on his first job too.
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New In The Neighborhood
snapshot interviews and photos by Andy Jablon
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 Valerie Small (left) and
Linda Dolan (sisters)
20 Bonwood Drive,
Moved in October 2014
Originally From:
Shrewsbury, MA
Previous Residences:
Linda - Worcester, MA,
Valerie - Atlanta
What Kind of Work Did You Do? Both were administrative assistants. Linda now provides elder care for Southport and Mashpee residents.
Why Southport: SP had everything we needed. We love the beach and it's so easy to meet new people here. We can be as active as we want.
Like Best About Southport: We meet lots of people and everyone is friendly. We bought a resale and love the view of the fountain we have on hole #6.
Like Least: Wish there was a copy machine in the Information Room to copy information sheets about events.
Want To Get Involved With: Valerie -- Cribbage, Rummicube, hand and foot, water aerobics and learning Maj Jong. Linda -- Women's coffee, swimming, exercise room.
Tricia O'Donnell 
70 Leisure Green,
Moved in May 2015
Originally From: Medford, MA
Previous Residence:
Norfolk, MA
What Kind Of Work Did You Do: Worked in accounting for Cullinet Software in Westwood. Afterwards taught second grade in Franklin Public Schools for 22 years.
Why Southport: Visited many communities on the Cape. SP was best for me because it felt safe and had all the amenities.
Like Best About Southport: Everyone is friendly, it's like an extended family. As a recent widow, it's nice to be part of a community.
Like Least: No real sidewalk on my street and would love to have easy access to a fax machine.
Want to get involved with: Water fitness, tennis, mentor golf, bocce and TGIF.
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If you've been here less than a year, volunteer for a snapshot interview
or nominate a neighbor. It's painless.
Andy Jablon: andy@wvpboston.com
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NON COMPOS MENDES
Bob Mendes
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- IMPORTANT! Don't forget to vote! Your ballot must be received by October 15. I know of two people -- one who never received his ballot and another who didn't receive it until September 23. If you haven't received yours, please call Janet Johnson at the Village Center.
- Unsung Hero I am in absolute awe when I think of the minds of people like Plato, Galileo, Morse, Edison and others who have contributed to changing the world for the better. But in my opinion, the person who deserves the greatest credit is the man, or woman, who invented the seedless watermelon!
- Another Great Invention The surveillance camera. Where would local TV newscasts be without tape from these seeing eye marvels?
- It's Your Choice I recently saw a reference to a cigarette with the brand name, King Sano. It made me think back to my college days. Over the door to the entrance to our varsity locker room was an engraving that read, in Latin -- MENS SANA, CORPORE SANO (a sound mind, a sound body). One day my roommate authored an addendum. He wrote, "Take your pick."
- A Recent Communique from Village Center Central advised us that the clearing of trees would resume shortly on Leisure Green, pointing out that we should drive carefully. Does that infer we haven't had to drive carefully over that stretch for the past two years? Actually I was enjoying driving with wild abandon, dodging trenches, pedestrians, sandstorms and construction vehicles.
- And What About the Road on Grey Hawk? I'm waiting for the villagers to rise up and strike with torches and pitchforks to exact vengeance. A small child could be lost forever in one of the gulches beside the road. Seriously, that road and its adjoining walkway is an outrage.
- Those Who Walk Around Southport have no doubt noticed lines and boxes painted on the street, outlining sunken sewer grates, broken sidewalk sections and other areas that obviously need repair. Some of these lines have faded since they were painted in the early spring. Is there some form of alchemy I'm missing in which painted lines will magically repair broken sidewalk? Nothing else seems to be happening. The sidewalk damage occurred last winter.
- Hillary vs. Carly? Reading about the 2016 election for President, it occurred to me that it's not beyond the realm of possibility that the two major party candidates could be Hillary Clinton and Carly Fiorina. Can you imagine? That would be enough to bring feminists like Jane Addams, Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Bella Abzug back to life and lead a dance down Pennsylvania Avenue.
- Speaking of Presidential Candidates, doesn't Rand Paul look like Danny Kaye?
- By the Time You Read This the new TV season will have begun and we'll be looking for something to watch. I'm sure most of the new sitcoms will have well executed and flawless laugh tracks. It's that good ol' laugh track that helps us to know when something is supposed to be funny.
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I stand on numberless grains of sand
As I stare with wonder
At the infinite sky touching
The depthless sea
At the horizon.
I am nothing.
Then I remember
When the creator came
S/he didn't resemble
Sand and sea and sky
But rather resembled me.
I am everything.
S/he's name is
Yahwehjesusallahetal.
S/he is everything.
Just like me.
Jack Donovan, a resident of Southport,
lives at 6 Atlantic Court.
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A 'CREEPIE'
THE VIEWING
by Sandy Bernstein
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I heard familiar voices approaching as I lay in my casket. I tried to open my eyes but couldn't. Ellie's voice rose above the others. She was my best friend. I could only imagine her staring down at me with tears in her eyes. She was talking about my first husband. "I remember Wally's band," she said softly, "Wally and the Walruses. It was the early 70s and Maggie was just eighteen when she ran off and went on the road with them." "What happened?" A man whose voice I didn't recognize asked. "She married him of course," Ellie quipped. "But Wally overdosed a year later." "How tragic," he replied. "It wasn't long before she found someone else though.
"Didn't she always," said a raspy voice. Doris?
"She was only married three times," Doris snickered in that snide way of hers.
Four, if you count the Count. Ellie was the only one who knew about him. There was an awkward silence as I pictured the trio: Doris, refined and smug, Ellie, elegant and trendy and still a looker at 75. And the man. . . hmm, he sounded young, yet older than dirt. Who was he? Ellie sobbed quietly. I wanted to comfort her. "Then came Earl, the mad scientist," Doris said with a snort. "He dissected rats in the basement. Claimed he was trying to cure cancer. And her third husband, George. The skirt chaser. I felt sorry for Maggie in those days. If you ask me, George got what he deserved when he contracted VD," Doris sniffled. Doris cry? I'm surprised,she never liked me. "Luckily they'd separated by then," Ellie said. "Finally there was Lenny, the love of her life. Strange how he disappeared before they could marry. What a shame, he was a nice man." "And normal too," Doris said, "a baker." "No, a banker," Ellie corrected.
"To bad Maggie didn't find her forever man," Doris added.
She sounded sincere and sad.  "Wasn't there another?" The man asked. "Before Lenny?" "No," Ellie replied tersely. The voice was beginning to sound familiar. "His name was Raul," the man said matter of factly. "Everyone called him the Count. Claimed he was a descendant of . . ." "Oh, you've got to be kidding," Doris laughed. "Not that strange little fellow with the pasty face and toothy grin. Don't tell me she married him?" She howled and walked away. I heard their footsteps as the trio left. I could tell the room was empty now, I could feel it. Raul, I thought. He was my fourth husband. No one knew but Ellie. We weren't married for long. He was an excellent lover. I recall the last time I saw him. He bit me behind my right ear. I still have the mark. Come to think of it, I felt strange that night, like I died and came back. I remember floating into a dark void feeling the blood drain out of my body. Somehow I found my way back from the brink of no return, but it wasn't the same. I wasn't the same. "That's right my dear," a sultry voice replied, reading my thoughts. "We were interrupted, so you didn't quite die. Open your eyes," he said. l did. "Raul? How can it be?" I asked, staring into his piercing dark eyes. He was still as handsome as ever. "I returned to finish the job a few years later, well, years measured in mortal terms anyway. By then you had found someone else. Only I didn't realize it until too late that you were not alone in the bed we had so magnificently shared Another was hidden beneath the sheets." There was a lustful longing in his voice. "Lenny? You mean poor Lenny is. . ." I gasped in horror.
"Not so normal," Raul whispered with a bit of a snicker.
Huh? I always wondered what happened to him. He disappeared without a word. "What happened? I mean, where is he now?"
"No longer with us," Raul whispered with a bit of a snicker. Floating around somewhere on the outer fringes of reality I would guess, trying to sustain himself." Raul extended his long pale hand. "Shall we?" He asked. I smiled and grabbed his cold flesh as I climbed out of the casket. "Ah, your friends would be delighted to know you are finally with the man you were meant to be with," he chuckled, revealing a toothy grin of sharp pearly whites. "You're wrong Doris," I thought, gazing at Raul with wonder and lust. "I did find my forever man."
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Out & About at Southport
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Neighbors from Grey Hawk and Twin Oaks gathered to view the Super Blood Moon lunar eclipse on September 27/28. If you missed it, try to catch the next one in 2033. Photo: Mary Alice Stahleker
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The Shuffleboard All Stars. Photo: Paul Butters
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Sea Spray Avenue after heavy rains on September 10, 2015. Photo: Lydia Biersteker
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Men's Coffee. Photo: Larry Cron
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Kathy Casaubon (left) & Denise Judelson represented the Southport Quilters at the Clubs & Committees Fair.
Photo: Andy Jablon
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Mardell & Joe McDonald and Bruce Geller. Joe and Bruce each won $1000 in the
Mashpee Men's Club raffle to raise money for the Boys & Girls Club. Photo: Frank Lord
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Attendees at the Clubs & Committee Fair enjoyed music by the Southport Rockers band. Everyone is invited hear them play at a dance in the Ballroom on October 14. Photo: Andy Jablon
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Contributors to the
October 2015 Edition of
Southport Village Voices
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 Sandy Bernstein lives part time in Southport with her husband Joel. They are grandparents to a baby boy. Sandy writes fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. Her work has appeared in print and online publications, including several poetry anthologies and journals and magazines such as The Writer Magazine and Writers' Journal. She is the author of two Kindle Singles on Amazon, Creepies (2013) and The Shuddering (2015). The fish are biting in the latter, a paranormal tale available at www.amazon.com/dp/BODQCRYO8. Sandy maintains several blogs and websites and is currently working on a number of projects. Visit her at www.sandybernstein.net
 Lydia Biersteker grew up in Somerville, MA. She met her husband Dale on the beach at Falmouth Heights in 1969, while he was stationed at Fort Devens. After Dale retired in 2005 from his executive position with the USPS, they moved to Vero Beach, FL but decided that they preferred New England. They moved to Southport in 2011. Dale plays golf, and Lydia likes gardening, walking, writing poetry and short prose, exploring genealogy, and lunching with friends. Together, they enjoy dining, exploring wineries and brew pubs, walking the trails of Cape Cod, traveling and playing with their grandkids, who live on the North Shore.
 Lynn Fulton has lived in 32 different places before arriving in the summer of 2015 at Southport, most in New England, but there was also Tacoma and Quebec. She's been a waitress, hostess, bartender, ski lodge manager and chef, office worker, educator -- high school, university and consultant, amateur architect and artist. Most of her pastimes have involved going from here to there -- white water canoeing, kayaking, bicycling, hiking, climbing, backpacking, skiing and traveling. She's most proud of her 800-mile bicycle tour of the UK and the cross-country ski up and down Mt. Washington. She begins her seventh decade, having had both knees replaced, thrilled with the pool, hot tub, water aerobics and chair yoga at Southport, delighted with the social life and fascinating people.
 Andy Jablon owns a television production company in Watertown that provides crews to shoot stories in New England for the major TV networks. As producer, he interviews all sorts of interesting people on a regular basis. His wife Tracy Tebbutt works at a cancer pharmaceutical company in Cambridge. Since July 2014, they split their time between Southport and Boston, depending on work schedules. Both are enthusiastic cyclists, riding their bikes along the Charles River to work in all kinds of weather. They relax by walking, biking, playing tennis and soaking in the hot tub.
David Kapp, with his wife Billie, moved from Connecticut to Southport in 2009. David retired from a career as a university library administrator, after working in the libraries at Brandeis, Harvard and the University of Connecticut. He was a building consultant for the planning of a number of major university libraries and was, for many years, the editor of Connecticut Libraries. Billie enjoyed a career as an educator and social sciences consultant. The Kapps are frequent visitors to Hawaii where their daughter, son, grandson and many other family members live.
 Bob Mendes began his career as an advertising copywriter at Doyle Dane Bernbach in NYC before becoming senior vice president of marketing for a west coast department store chain. He left that position to start Pacific Sports, a sports and general marketing agency. There he developed "The Reading Team," a children's literacy program sponsored by the NFL and the American Library Association, using NFL players as literacy role models. Bob is the author of "A Twentieth Century Odyssey, the Bob Mathias Story." After retiring, he served as executive director of the Glendora, CA Chamber of Commerce. When grandson Adam was born, Bob and Bette moved to Cape Cod. He's had a number of part-time jobs, has written two more books, and volunteers. Bette serves on the Board of Governors and volunteers at the Falmouth Jewish Congregation. Their son Steve, a pediatrician, lives in Marion with his wife Sarah and their children; a second son, Jeff, practices law in Indianapolis.
 Ray Schumack has held positions as a magazine editor, publicity director and an account executive for a Madison Avenue advertising and public relations agency. He served for 15 years as chief communications officer for a Fortune 500 company, responsible for all corporate communications and product promotion literature. His business articles have appeared in the Wall Street Journal, the New York Times, Fortune magazine and elsewhere. He established his own public relations firm and continues to serve several clients in retirement. His recent memoir, News Releases from the Korean War, recounts his experiences as a war correspondent.
Special Thanks To
Cindy & Rich Vengroff for their interview and photos
Valerie Small, Linda Dolan and Tricia O'Donnell for their interviews
Lydia Biersteker, Paul Butters, Larry Cron, Andy Jablon,
Frank Lord and Mary Alice Stahleker for their photos
Jack Donovan for his 'Meditation'
Lydia Biersteker for her photo of Lady GaGa
And to my proofreader Billie Kapp
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